Chapter 541

Brother Qian Chen looked at the Tiechen Island Master again and said with regret: "It's a pity this wretch has no brains; it's not very satisfying!"

The Tiechen Island Master, having been looked at by him like that, felt his lips tighten, and his whole body leaned back involuntarily. He was truly bloodless. The disciples who had come with the Red Fang Island Master watched as Brother Qian Chen picked and chose as if selecting a feast, then used his jade Yellow Ruyi to knock them dead one by one, stored the bodies in his sleeve like snacks, and then drank wine, occasionally fishing out a finger-like stick-shaped object and chewing on it carefully.

The two remaining disciples of the Red Fang Sect Leader were so terrified that their gallbladders were about to burst. They just sat trembling beside him, watching the old demon chatting and laughing.

Feng Feng Xianzi, in He Lu Qilang's sleeve, was somewhat puzzled and let out a soft "Eh."

"The people this old demon killed were all wrapped in blood-resentment qi; they were not good people! The ones left behind, however..." He fell into silence, as if thinking about something.

The people in the tent were all trembling at the sight of the Bai Lu Daoist, and even the casual glance Brother Qian Chen cast was interpreted by them as having a different meaning.

That gaze, in their eyes, was like looking at a feast, wishing he could knock them all dead.

The old man beside Han Fei was nearly paralyzed with fear, complaining in his heart: "I knew it, I knew Dragon Prince had no good intentions in inviting us to the banquet. He invited us here to fill that demon's stomach. We are the ingredients for the banquet!"

How could the Dragon Prince, whose reputation had been ruined, have imagined that his kindness in inviting Brother Qian Chen to the banquet to improve their relationship would result in Brother Qian Chen eating a buffet at his place?

The group of Yin Spirit demon kings behind him sat up straight, not daring to show any more hostility toward Brother Qian Chen, only thinking that the walrus demon king had died by his own hand!

Brother Qian Chen scanned them and saw that their hearts were filled with fear and dread. If he used this to refine pills, he could refine a Great Terror Demon Pill. This pill could store the thought of fear and, like his spirit butterfly avatar, could be used to travel and corrupt the Dao hearts of evil people.

He thought to himself: "The Nanhua Sect's Butterfly Dream technique can travel through the great cosmos and hone the Dao heart, possessing an ethereal and transcendent air. The three great demon pills I deduced from this can also escape into the human heart! I know that among these countless human hearts, there is another kind of scenery. If one understands the human heart and has seen the darkness in countless human hearts, the benefit to the Dao heart is not necessarily less than the Nanhua Sect's Dao arts! This pill has great potential..."

"No! The Butterfly Dream technique is full of immortal air, carefree and transcendent, truly the demeanor of an immortal family. These three great demon pills manipulate the human heart and play with the seven emotions and six desires of the human world; they are simply the style of a demon. How can they be worthy of my Supreme Lineage?"

Once this thought arose, Brother Qian Chen finally gave up on the group of pill materials below, and his expression relaxed slightly.

Prince Ao Ren, fearing that Brother Qian Chen would really treat this place as a buffet, persuaded him tremblingly: "Is Senior Bai Lu full? If you want to enjoy blood food..."

The cultivators below felt their hearts lift completely. Han Fei saw the old man beside her trembling like a sieve, muttering to himself: "I knew it, I knew Dragon Prince had no good intentions in inviting us to the banquet. He invited us here to be that demon's food..."

As he spoke, he began to cry, covering his face with his sleeves and sobbing: "There is no reason in the world to trick ingredients into bathing and dressing up, only to send them to their own deaths. The Long Gong is wealthy and powerful; don't they have their own cultivators to raise? Why come and hunt us wild food! If nothing else, aren't there those great sea demons, with strong bodies and powerful blood, who are also a kind of sea delicacy!"

Hearing this, the three Yin Spirit demon kings glared at him, which made Ao Ren want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Another Core Formation cultivator beside him said woodenly: "Have you seen where the walrus demon king went?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then cried even more miserably: "Even sending his own subordinates to be eaten by others, he truly has no heart!"

Brother Qian Chen said leisurely: "I ate some fresh and hot food. These people were so terrified that their gallbladders were about to burst, and the bile seeped into the meat, making it not tasty! I'll take these few back, marinate them with ingredients! I'll eat them after they've absorbed the flavor. But I thank the Prince for his kindness!"

Ao Ren looked at the group of trembling cultivators below and felt helpless: "That's not what I meant! I wanted to say that there is a flock of cattle and sheep raised outside the tent, all fed with spirit herbs, and the meat is fat but not greasy..."

But seeing that everyone had misunderstood, and Brother Qian Chen claimed he would no longer eat people, he felt slightly relieved.

After three rounds of wine, Brother Qian Chen's divine sense scanned toward the Long Gong and felt a massive pressure sweeping over. He whispered to himself: "It's here!"

Before long, a figure wearing Dragon Scale Bright Armor and a golden helmet burst into the tent and said carelessly: "So it's Old Nine hosting a banquet!" He scanned the cultivators in the tent and fixed his gaze on Han Fei's group. Behind him, two more people entered the tent—one with a square face and thick eyebrows, looking murderous, and the other dressed as a scholar, looking at Han Fei with a trace of faint worry, greeting her: "Fei'er..."

Han Fei stood up hurriedly and said respectfully: "Greetings, Sixth Prince, Fourth Prince!"

The Dragon Prince in the bright armor was not at all polite, sat in Brother Qian Chen's original seat, and looked at the cultivators in the tent. His eyes lit up when he saw the spiritual white deer, but he said: "Old Nine, what have you learned from those Central Lands cultivators? Why not invite a few more brothers to the Long Gong for the birthday banquet, but instead invite this group of stinking fish and rotten shrimp."

As he spoke, he greeted the Tiechen Island Master: "The Island Master is also an old friend of mine. Why associate with these people."

The Tiechen Island Master was submissive, not daring to speak loudly for fear of startling the demon beside him.

Ao Ren saw his gaze lingering on the white deer several times and, remembering the previous lesson, hurriedly introduced Brother Qian Chen: "This Senior Bai Lu is a high-ranking sage of the Nine Netherworlds demonic path..."

"Hahaha!" Ao Ding laughed loudly: "I have also been close to the Nine Netherworlds demonic path, and I am familiar with several elders. How come I don't know such a person."

Having said this, he stared at Brother Qian Chen and sneered: "I wonder which elder's disciple you are in the Nine Netherworlds Path, and which lineage you come from?"

"I am the Sect Master of the Supreme Louguan Dao; how would I know what stinking fish and rotten shrimp are in the Nine Netherworlds Path."

Brother Qian Chen was also irritable. He tapped the table with the Profound Yellow Yellow Ruyi, looking quite impatient. He had long since taken the Red Fang Sect Leader's words to heart. If it had been his original temperament, he would have smashed his skull with the Yellow Ruyi long ago!

But now there were a few too many people from the Dragon Clan, and he didn't have a ten-percent chance of winning, so he had to set up a formation. He suppressed his murderous intent and said calmly: "It turns out the Prince doubts my identity. Fortunately, I am on good terms with Senior Brother Fu. Before I left, I borrowed a magic treasure from him!"

Having said this, the black-gold demonic light in his hand condensed. Black feathers flew, and a three-legged golden crow manifested. The demonic light wove into a chain, which Brother Qian Chen struck out with a wave of his hand, wrapping around a cultivator below who was heavy with blood-resentment qi.

The black-gold demonic fire burned, consuming the cultivator's soul and essence, nourishing this magic treasure.

Ao Ding's expression changed instantly, and he laughed loudly: "So it's an old friend of Elder Fu. I am also on good terms with Elder Fu and admire the strength of his Ten Absolute Sun Demon Path demonic arts. This Great Sun Jin Wu Fire Chain of yours has a few of Elder Fu's essence! This Sun Jin Wu Fire Chain was refined by Elder Fu after borrowing two treasuries of earth-fire black gold from my Long Gong. Since you are an old friend, this little king was presumptuous earlier! I wonder if Elder Fu is still well?"

"Not very well!" Brother Qian Chen said coldly, "He is already dead at my hands; what you see is his relic."

Ao Ding only thought that he had offended this person and smiled, no longer mentioning the matter.

Ao Ren, worried that Ao Ding would offend this old demon, whispered a few words in his ear, which made Ao Ding notice the remains of the Red Fang Sect Leader. Clearly, Brother Qian Chen's previous actions had been fully reported by Ao Ding, extinguishing Brother Qian Chen's plan to continue playing the pig to eat the dragon.

Ao Ding looked at the remains of the Red Fang Sect Leader, his eyes shining with strange light, looking at Brother Qian Chen with great appreciation.

Ao Ji, who had come with him, had to interrupt them. He turned to Han Fei and said gently: "Fei'er, are you willing to let me see that Taiyin Precious Mirror of your Qiongquan Sect?"

Han Fei felt bitter in her heart, but seeing the man beside Ao Ji, who was murderous and exuding an extremely powerful aura, pressing down on her, she had to take the silver mirror from her bosom and present it to him. Ao Ji took the silver mirror, which still held her warmth and fragrance, and felt his heart flutter. He brought the precious mirror to his chest and sniffed it slightly.

Brother Qian Chen thought to himself upon seeing this: "I can tell at a glance he's an old lecher!"

Han Fei blushed and lowered her head in shyness. This woman had a delicate mind and wanted to use this opportunity to hide the anomaly of He Lu Qilang beside her.

"So Young Sect Master Han also has a fragment of the Dew-Catching Plate!" He Lu Qilang felt a slight shock in his heart, and his face revealed some expression.

Feng Feng Xianzi sighed: "This is bait... to see if the Long Gong will take the hook. If the Long Gong plots to take this item, Shaoqing will have an excuse..." He sighed again and said nothing more.

The black-faced man took the fragment from Ao Ji's hand, probed it slightly with his magic power, and shook his head: "This is not the item that was in contact with the broken mirror in the palace..." His expression turned stern, and he was not at all polite to Han Fei: "Woman of the Qiongquan lower sect! The object that was in contact with your Taiyin Precious Mirror earlier suddenly released its power. You were the closest, so you must know some clues. Is this object in your hands? This is a treasure that my Long Gong wants. If you are willing to offer it, I will allow your Qiongquan Sect to break free from the control of the Changming Sect!"

"If you are unwilling, hmph!"

The black-faced man sneered and placed the Taiyin Precious Mirror beside him, with no intention of returning it to Han Fei.

Han Fei's expression changed drastically. She hadn't expected that even with the Shaoqing Sword Sect suppressing them, this person would dare to covet the precious mirror. At the same time, a hundred thoughts turned in her heart, pondering whether it was worth falling out with the Long Gong for the legendary fragment of the Dew-Catching Plate.

If she lost the protection of the Long Gong, the situation of her Qiongquan lineage in the Changming Sect would become even more difficult, and by then, even the Sixth Prince wouldn't be able to protect her!

The big man saw that the woman was already hesitating, and understood much. He just folded his arms and stood to the side, and an invisible pressure shrouded the tent. Under this person's pressure, Han Fei would sooner or later have to confess.

Brother Qian Chen picked up his ivory chopsticks and picked through a plate of untouched fish sashimi. The reason he had suppressed his urge to act was because of this person—he was likely an elder powerhouse from the Long Gong who walked the path of the New Law of Soul Transformation. His current avatar really couldn't handle him.